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Introduction:

I spend the night with my best friend, and the rest of my life changes.

“Danni I’ll be right back.” I whispered to my best friend. “I’ve gotta pee.”
“Okay girl.” She replied, she was practically asleep on the full sized bed laying next to me. I was spending the night for her 15th birthday, but I still had a few months to go til it was my birthday. I got out of the warm bed and stepped across the cold wood floor, 11:30pm shown in red on her clock. I walked down the small hallway to the bathroom, but the door was closed. “Ugh, of course.” I said to myself. I walked to the kitchen around the corner. I stood in front of the open refrigerator in a tight pink tank top and purple boy shorts. “There’s not even anything good to munch on.” I thought. I closed the refrigerator disappointed, and nearly screamed. “Ah, oh Jesus, Brandon.” I grabbed my chest, my heart was beating like I had just ran a race. “You scared the shit out of me.” I whispered loudly to Danni’s big brother, who had been standing right now the other side of the fridge door.
“Wha-uh, what are you doing?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. His shaggy brown hair hung in his eyes. “Hey, uh, Kylie,” he said quietly, “Come here.” He grabbed my hand roughly. “Ow Brandon, stop it.” I tried to pull my hand away. “Nah, no come on, it’ll take like, a couple minutes.” He said trying to convince me. “But I have to go to the bathroom!” I whined loudly. He dropped my hand.
“Well…okay.” He grabbed my upper arm this time. “Let’s go.” He began to push me to the bathroom.
“Brandon, what the hell?” I asked. “Stop.” He was always a little pushy with me and Danni, but never like this. This was control.
He didn’t respond, but continued to lead me to the bathroom until we were inside and he closed the door behind us. He let go of my arm. Slightly pushing me forward. “What the hell?” I asked again, rubbing my sore arm.
“Go.” He instructed me.
“What? Are you kidding me? No!” I yelled in a whisper. My mind was in a small state of panic.
He grabbed my face and squeezed it. “Just fucking go. Now.”
“Okay, okay.” Nervously, I pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet. Ridged.
“Go ahead.” He leaned back on the door, watching my every embarrassing move. Slightly grinning. I began to pee, and he smiled at my slyly.
I just looked down and finished as quickly as I could, wiping, and snatching my panties up. I stood in front of him blocking the door. “Okay, you saw me. Now let me go back to bed with Danni,” I said with my hands on my hips. He put his hand on my chest and pushed me back gently. “No,” he said, “Not yet. Come here.” He grabbed my arm again. “Please Brandon, just let me go!” I whined. Once again, he didn’t respond, just opened the door up and pulled me with him across the house to his small bedroom. A little room that had been used for storage before they moved in, and they had transformed into his bedroom. A red light was the only thing that dimly lighting it. He shoved me on the bed, the same size as Danni’s, and closed the door.
I shook, tears were building in my eyes. There was no way to get away from him now. “What do you want from me?” I asked, trying my best to put on a front that I wasn’t afraid of him. He dropped his black pants to the floor. I sat straight up and quickly scooted up against the wall on the bed.
I looked at the door. Locked. “Brandon, don’t hurt me. I don’t like you like that, I already told you that.” My voice faltered.
“Come here Kylie.” He stood at the end of the bed and watched me slowly obey him, and crawl towards him. I stopped just in front of him, my long auburn hair hung in my face. He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me forcefully off the bed, I nearly fell to the floor, but he yanked me to my feet by my arm, and spun me around, slamming my small 5’4’’ figure into the wall. I cried out quietly. “Stop. Stop please.” I choked out, I was no longer trying to hide my fear. Brandon was a 6’1’’, 190 pound, seventeen year old guy. Much bigger, and very much stronger than me. He picked me up and ripped my purple panties off with no effort.
When I first met him, over a year ago, I did have a little crush on him, but that quickly faded when I saw how violent he was with people. I never stopped liking his physical appearance though. I had also never stopped teasing him, bending over in front of him to pick something up off the floor, wearing tight close, or letting him see my panties over the top of my pants. It thrilled me knowing he wanted me, but would never have me.
“Do you want me?” he asked threateningly.
I shook my head quickly, but when I felt him shove a finger up inside of me, I gasped loudly and quickly changed my answer. “Yes, yes Brandon I want you.” I told him exactly what he wanted to hear, for fear of more abuse.
He pulled it out of me and licked it off. “Yeah? Good, cause I want your sweet little fourteen year old body too.” He smiled dementedly.
My body was quivering. He reached around and snapped my little 32 B cup bra off. I was completely exposed to him now. “Go lay down on the bed and spread your legs for me Kylie.” He whispered.
I felt my face grow red. “Brandon…” I started.
“Fine.” He stopped me, and grabbed me up underneath my armpits, throwing me onto his bed. “I guess I’ll have to make this rough on you. Maybe you will learn how to listen to orders by the time I’m done.”
By the time he’s done? Oh god…
He climbed on top of me. Covering my entire body with his. I kept my head tilted to the side to avoid his eyes. “Look at me.” He ordered through gritted teeth.
Reluctantly I turned my head to look straight into his dark brown eyes. He licked his lips. I could remember why I had had a crush on him. He was a good looking guy. Mysterious dark eyes, gorgeous soft tan skin. But this wasn’t a passionate embrace. I was a forceful, unwanted one.
His strong hands pinned my arms down, and he began to kiss my lips, and my face. But stopped quickly. “You kiss me back when I kiss you. Got it?”
I nodded, my eyes wide. I didn’t want to make him mad.
He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I responded. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, and I reacted by pushing my tongue against his. Kissing him passionately. He held the back of my head and his other hand wrapped around my waist and brought me close to him. “I fucking love you.” He said. “I don’t care if you love me back, I’m going to have you.” He smiled. “And there is nothing you can do that’s gonna stop me. You teasing little bitch.”
I bit my lower lip as I felt his finger make its way up inside my moist little pussy. I closed my eyes tightly so I wouldn’t see his condescending look. He knew my body was reacting with excitement. “You do want me you little slut.” He mocked me. I shook my head and opened my eyes back up. “No, no Brandon, I don’t want you. Please stop before you hurt me.” I said in a normal voice. He slapped me out of nowhere. “Shut the hell up.” He said quietly. “Mom and Eddie are right in the next room.” His hand was wrapped around my tiny throat now. “I’ll choke the life out of you if you wake them up.” He threatened me. “Understand?”
I nodded frantically.
“Okay.”
He let me go, and sat up on his knees, and then climbed off the bed. He stood beside me and pulled off his red boxers, exposing his fully erect cock. I wasn’t sure how big he was exactly, but it looked pretty huge to me. Especially considering I had never seen a penis in real life. I might have acted like a tease a lot, but I was never sexually active in anyways. In fact, he had just given me my first kiss.
He crawled back on the bed, and back on top of me. I was literally shaking with fear. I didn’t want to give myself up to him. I was going to fight the best I could. I scooted up against the wall again and tried to push him away. But he grabbed my throat again and squeezed it. “Fuck you Kylie,” he whispered, “Please don’t make me hurt you, because I’m gonna have you, whether you have to be beaten first or not.” I struggled for breath. And he finally let go of me, I choked for air, and I immediately felt lightheaded and subdued a bit. I lay back down, feeling dizzy.
My long hair was messed up and splayed all around my head. I could feel his cool fingers spreading my pussy lips open and the head of his cock pressing gently against my small entrance. I tried weakly one more time to convince him not to do this, but he put his index finger over my mouth to shush me, and a smile crept on his face as he turned his one finger into his entire hand covering my mouth an pushed the head in all the way to my hymen. My cherry. I shook my head and tears were clouding my eyes. He leaned down and kissed my neck, still holding my mouth closed and stabbed through my virginal pussy. My eyes bulged out. It felt as if someone had kicked me in the stomach and taken my breath away. All the tears that were clouding my vision now poured over the sides of my cheeks, making Brandon’s face a blur.
He let his breath out. “Holy shit.” He whispered. He looked at me with a hint of concern. “You were a virgin?”
I unclenched my teeth and nodded tearfully. “Well now you’ll never forget me will you?” He turned off all his concern and compassion and turned it into something horrible.
I felt stuffed. Split in two. My insides were cramping up from the sudden fullness.
“Get out of me.” I begged.
He ignored my pleading, but let it adjust to the size for a couple of minutes, kissing my chest. He slowly began to push in and out of me. Slow, long, gentle strokes at first. Passionate. I pushed on his chest and tried to get him off of me. Mistaking his kindness for weakness.
But his face, filled with ecstasy, turned to anger, like a sunny day turning into a thunderstorm. “I was gonna make this a good, gentle experience for you Kylie.” He said, “But apparently you want it rough.” He gritted his teeth and grabbed me around my waist and started pounding into me. I started crying out, his big cock was tearing me apart. “Stop! Stop!” I whispered loudly through choking tears.
He covered my mouth again and told me he was going to cum.
“Kylie, I’m gonna fucking cum. Fuuucccckkkk. Ahh aghh uh oh goddd.” He moaned loudly and spurted his warm cum deep inside me. Shooting it up in me so many times I wasn’t sure if he was going to stop, and then collapsed on me.
My whole lower body ached and cramped.
And it felt like my innocent little pussy had swollen so big around him he would be stuck, but he put his big hands on my hips and pulled his cock out of me, with no ease. It had been so big inside of me that none of his cum had leaked out of the sides until he came out completely. His cum, mixed with my trickle of virginal blood poured out on the bed. But even when I tried to sit up again he pushed me back down.
“Please…please Brandon.” I cried weakly. “No more.”
“Shh…” he quieted me, and I was literally too exaughsted to fight back anymore.
He crawled between my legs and started licking up his cum. He licked all on my clit and brought me to the very edge. “Please…please…ah..” I put my hand in his soft brown hair, and he continued to eat my small abused little pussy out. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” My whole body tensed up and at first I thought I had peed as my whole body shook, and I was swept over by a numbing, wonderful feeling. My eyes were closed the whole time, and when I opened them, I saw him looking up at me, just smiling.What just happened?

“Lets go clean you up.” He said quietly. I started crying. Sobbing. Hyperventilating. The whole nine yards. I was crushed. I couldn’t comprehend what had happened. I knew I had been raped. And I knew I hated Brandon more than anyone alive, but what was that? Why did that feel so good? I didn’t want it! I was overwhelmed with shame.
I realized that I was in his arms being carried like a small child, about half way to the bathroom. I started to struggle and he sat me down on my feet. I was really weak to walk, and my swollen privates hurt so bad I felt myself clinging to Brandon’s sturdy body for support. He looked down at me and smirked, picking me up again, and carrying me to the bathroom.
With out the light turned on, he sat me on the toilet, and put my tank top and panties on the towel bar. I sat there shaking; my mind was numb. He closed the door and turned on the dim yellow light, and I watched as he wet down a little blue rag, and kneeled down in front of me.
“Open your legs Kylie.”
I just sat there. I didn’t even know how to respond.
“Please Kylie, I’m asking you nicely.” He whispered.
I parted my legs, with a dull pain, but I felt like a zombie. He brought the wet rag to my swollen little pussy, and gently cleaned it off. He rinsed out the rag after cleaning up the outside, and said, “Go pee again Kylie, we need you clean inside too.” I was already sitting on the toilet, still naked.

Both his hands were on my thighs, keeping them spread apart and he watched as my little yellow stream of pee hit the toilet water, then took the warm rag and wiped me gently again. “There, looks like all the bleeding is done.” He said. He ran his hand through my hair and looked at me longingly.
“Lift your arms.”
I did as I was told, and he slipped my pink tank top back on, and stood me up and pulled up my panties. “There, all nice and clean.”
I was almost falling asleep standing up. He picked me up, my head rested on his shoulder and I fell asleep.
Before I knew it, I woke up, in his bed, next to him, his mother and sisters all staring dead at us.
Who would believe me now?